Summoned!

[Pervy]

"Well, I think the sword might be grumpy if I drop it too often. It might not care either. Reminds me, I gotta experiment if it can posess other weapons, I suspect only greatswords qualify, but fingers crossed."
Cyra enthused. "Nah no need to unbreak.. I think? I'm having a good time."
She nuzzled a little to Momo, before hesitating, that playful exchange making her thoughtful for a moment.
"Perhaps Momo could use a little unbreaking, actually.. she'd been with that cult for a while.. now not that I don't think you are cute, red fox, but..."
She tipped her chin. They were devil cultists. Was there more to Momo? Well, she doubted you could leave someone to unbreaking over a few minutes, so it was a bit of a moot consideration, just a potential note for later.

"Eh, I had the auctioneer kiss my boot when I came in, so I either broke their precedent, or they got something nasty planned, if they're unlucky.. Also, errr.. I thought it sounded good!"
She cleared her throat, admitting she'd penciled her own introduction, indirectly. "Easier to steal me? Alright, I'll let myself be stolen! Sounds fun too... just don't waste your money. I'll still.. use opportunities as they come. I'm good at that.. err.. better now than I was before when I got nabbed.. long story. Might tell someday!"
She gave a thumbs up.
"Oh? No selling my items, that's good, chance to rose-smash and no grump-swords. If you can let the sword get a good look at the auction, it likes to watch."
She.. informed. Well, her current equippment was so so, compared to her past, but it'd do well, for now!

"Ooh.. High priestess of whom? Eh, you know what, I think I feel like counter-humiliating devils.. they're devils, they deserve it anywhoo."

Cyra tilted her head, before blushing, under the touch of the crop.
"Well.. this is awkward..."
She smacked her lips, folding her fingers.

"How do I explain this.. when I came to you, I had lost almost all of my memory, now.. I got - I hope- most if not all of it back -.. part around where I died is still fuzzy wonder if that's normal- ANYWAY!

Imagine.. you lost all but one or two fingers and tried lifting a sword - or whip- with that same hand. That was the 'me' you saw before. I.. was swept away by the calm dominance your sister exuded, I'm not that much into pain actually.. and.. before you go 'ohohoho, you are not -yet!'"
She shrugsmiled. "I don't believe bound and pathetic is my path, no, sorry."
She lifted a hand, drammatically. "I can raise or break an army from my knees. The cult never realized I was a spellcaster, I could have escaped easy enough on my own, still moderatly easy with Momo. I'm here because I want. I feel people got slave auctions all wrong. Everyone will be looking at me, want to know everything about me. It's so.." exciting.. "Empowering. Short of the Archfiend, I'm the most powerful person here right now. Well.. short of the high priestess, but I might do something about that, can't have someone steal my show, now, can I?

Anywhoo! I like you...."
She nodded, ever so slightly rubbing against that riding crop. "Please don't endanger yourself or waste resources over me, that's all I came to say.. oh and.. thanks for your presence in advance, I bet I will like it."
She winked. "If you get what I'm saying, perhaps we should try some training, what do you think Momo?"
She glanced over, briefly.

 

[Aenon]

"Hey, I am fine!" Momo complained, pinching Cyra's butt. "You are the one that thinks things too much!"

"Hmm...I am concerned, what you say hardly makes sense. If I knew we would have send a cleric instead of me..." she sighed.

"Just endure for a while, and don't do anything crazy. Forget about the priestess, she isn't from around here, and details about her are unclear."

"Hmm...so you recovered your memories, that would explain your weird behaviour. However, you are wrong..." the drow stroked Cyra's cheek with her free hand.

"Our purpose was never to turn you helpless and pathetic. You are our sister after all, aren't you?" she asked, her body approaching the paladin's body.

"No...pain is just an other feeling. Weak and pathetic people are afraid of it, and avoid it. The strong and determined embrace it." she said, bringing her face next to Cyra's, just a small distance away...her lips were so close...she could feel her breath...

"Pain can cleanse your past regrets. If you don't have the courage to feel the sting of the whip on your skin, what right do you have to inflict pain on others?" she mused.

"Pain is what makes you stronger. Would you struggle forward if you had a painless life? Or would you ever be able to train your strength if you gave up in the face of pain? Embracing pain is the path of power...weak and patheric are those who always looks for the easy way out."

"Finally...pain is pleasure. What better filling than the feeling of hot wax burning your skin? Your butt getting spanked leaving behind a comforting pain, to remind you of your loving mistress?" she said, giving a tight grope to Cyra's butt.

"Feeling pain is feeling alive...it is an aquired taste, sure...but it tastes great." she approached, giving Cyra a hot kiss, before softly bitting her lower lip. It was a small pain...but it was also kind of enjoyable...but could someone really enjoy even higher amounts of pain? Could she find enjoyable one day getting bound and tormented like the man who was resting at the back...?

 

[Pervy]

Cyra mieeped at the butt-pinching from her foxy companion. Hey, someone had to plot things through randomly!
"Oh don't worry about me, it is a long story.."
She nodded. Unclear priestesses? Now that sounded interesting..

She did however tilt her head, under the dark hand petting her cheek, listening on. "Interesting.. although I am not sure I got that many regrets to cleanse.. hrmnn.. alright the dying-parts I should work on, admittedly.."
She mused.

"Then again, lucky I got killed earlier, by your logic I couldn't dare to kill others else, eh?" She couldn't help but tease this logic a little. Although, the next points she could find herself agreeing with a lot more, and she finally blushed, with the slender dark-elves hand groping her bottom.
She gasped a little, almost shy, her own lips pursing softly with the nibbling on her lilp, half raising a brow, seeming.. thoughtful, almost.
Could she enjoy something like this? Potentially.. many things you could enjoy under the hands of the right mistress.
"W-woah.. interesting offer, I have to admit.."
She nodded.

 

[Aenon]

However even if Cyra was tempted by the dark elf's lewd suggestions about getting turned into a painslut, there was someone whohad some disagreements.

Momo hugged her from behind, pullying her away from the drow with a determined face.

"Hey, don't you try to confuse Snowbunny! She isn't really smart and she can easily be tricked, BUT!" she argued "But you aren't allowed to hurt her, even if you trick her!"

"And you!" she complained to Cyra "What are you thinking again! Hugs are better than getting hurt, aren't they? Or you want me to bite you, eh?!" she threatened.

"Hmm..." the drow raised an eyebrow "I don't think that's your place to interfere, girl."

"Of course it is, she belongs to me~!" she argued back, nibbling at Cyra's neck, trying to leave her mark with great determination.

"Uh...so silly..." she seemed just a bit upset that her plans were shaken up, but she returned to her indifferent expression immediately "We can train both of you, actually. You wouldn't stop Cyra from doing something she liked, would you?" she counter offered.

The druid didn't reply, kept nibbling on Cyra...however though their magical connection, Cyra could feel some worry...

 

[Pervy]

Cyra shivered sensually under the dark-elves gentle, domineering hand.. before glancing over to Momo, "Hey I thought I was a fox.. a.. also I am smart! I just had some.. memory issues before. And being tricked was err.. part of my plan!"
She huff-blushed, glancing over to the fox, suprised by Momo's growing determination. "Nyaah.."
She made, when Momo nibbled on her. She was definitly only getting turned on by that soft, warm nibble, and not by someone as slutty and simple in disposition as Momo considering her not so smart. Why'd that make her feel any kind of warm-tingly humiliation between her legs whatsoever? "Didn't you just say I was thinking too much? Harumph!" She pouted, shifting her legs subtly to stifle her arousal in the situation, almost more trapped between a fox and a dark elf...

To be fair, she -did- like cuddles a fair bit better than being whipped. .. as she blushed a little, glancing back and forth.. now, being a happy slut with her fox-companion.. whom she did share this nice link with.. why did she have to weight it against the temptations of a sensual drow-dominatrix disciplining her.. both of them. Then, she exhaled heavily, tilting her head a little for Momo's nibblings.

"Heh.. sorry, I bet it could be a lot of fun, yes, but, perhaps yeah, this path is not for me. And she's right, I do technically belong to Momo, right now. Until the auction concludes, if it concludes normally, heh."
She grinned, ever so slightly. She enjoyed Momo's tender affections.. and a perhaps even a little more.. the fox was certainly not as mighty a mistress as the devil-cultist that had toyed with her mind, or the devil that had marked her, or the drow, or even Love, arguably, but in her own way the slutty, silly fox-slave wanted to posses her just as much, if not more, and something about that send an echo of dark desire out through the link between them, as Cyra gulped, reaching out to hold onto Momo's arm slightly. "Anyway! Fingers crossed for you winning the auction still, I could definitly do worse."
She decided to switch the topic, to ... get her mind to focus back on the matter at hand, yes. She couldn't just busy herself getting aroused by her naughty companion treating her like this and nibbling on her!

 

[Aenon]

However, the change of subject proved to not be really needed, as a knock on the door interrupted.

"Excuse us, but we will have to take those two back...it is time to continue the auction" the servant's voice sounded from the outside.

"Well...good luck." the drow sighed, before nodding to Cyra and Momo that they should go, even if she looked somewhat unwilling.

~~~
The pair was escorted back to the backstage of auction house. From outside the announcer could be heard, explaining that it was time for the auction to start, as well as explaining some overly complicated rules about it. Apparently some items were sold with a variant system, that was more like a betting than how an auction would usually work. Still, this had nothing to do with Cyra, since she would be auctioned the traditional way.

The chained pristess was still there, still closely guarded. Something that also caught Cyra's eye, was a female drow that was currently arranging some magical trinkets and other items on bronze trays on a large table, apparently preparing them for the time when the servants would take them out to present them to the crowd.

"Hello, darling. Are you still in control of your body?" the familiar voice of Love sounded in her mind.

"Just so you know, I did grab the blacksmith...but well, there were some...complications. How are things on your side?"

 

[Pervy]

"Huh? Oh uh.."
Cyra sighed, slightly annoyed at the interruption.. straightening out her dress.. and here she wanted to ask Momo if there was any last things she'd want to say to the devils.. oh well, the auction had taken long enough, she figured.
She gave the drow a nod and a wave, before stepping outside.

Oh hey love.. I'm all good. Honestly, the security for this place is a joke. Luckily no one.. including myself.. figured out just who I was. I'll be breaking out a random priestess now, wish me luck! Thanks for snatching the smith, I think she has great potential.
She chuckled, whilest retrieving the ring she'd been granted from her equipment, handing it to Momo. "Be a dear and unlock the priestess when the guards are distracted, yes?"
She whispered over, giving a thumbs up, .. before retrieving the closest weapon in her reach, likely the sword she'd requested and intonating. "Misty Step on moonlit nights."
Fading away, like a beam of silvery light, only to reappear with that same light behind the nearest guard of the priestess..
"Shatter, Dog of hell."
She declared, white light cascading doiwn her weapon before she tried to plunge it into the guards back! (21 to hit, Smite damage 7, and another 15 physical damage -assuming she could grab 2d6 greatsword, adjust for what you seem fit if else)

"Twin moons rising." She followed up, turning her blade around in a wide arch and.. either if the guard remained standing struck at them again, or aimed at the next. (16 to hit, 12 physical damage.)

"Come one and all.. if all your slaves would revolt, there'd be no hell, you better deal with me now!"
She gave a playful wink.. which was also directed at Momo. Certainly, she'd gotten attention. And without any dick-sucking, which was a bit of a shame.. but those were devil-servants. She felt little regret for attacking them.

 

[Aenon]

"A priestess? How many you want to take together with you?" Love asked curiously.

"Hey, you aren't allowed to touch those..." the drow scolded however not managing to do anything else before Cyra picked up her weapon and rushed to the guards.

"Oh well, not my problem." she shrugged.

The two guards that were right next to the priestess responded immediately.

"DROP THE WEAPON, SLUT!" the first one argued, before getting hit and stumbling backwards. "Uh...fuck..." he cursed, focusing on avoiding further hits. Cyra's second attack was blocked by his shield.

The second guard however attacked the seemingly unarmored Cyra...or at least he swinged his spear at her general direction.

"She...she is...good at dodging!" he said, blushing a bit.

However, that was not the end of it. Two more guards charged from their post at the door.

The first one swung his spear, much more accurately than the previous one, however Cyra was still able to dodge it. The most curious thing, was the last guard's attack...while he was charging fully determined to hit her, right at the last moment he seemed to hesitate, which also made his attack to miss.

Amidst the chaos that had erupted, with the servants rushing around like headless chickens to take cover, Cyra heard Love's voice in her mind, once again.

"Eh...there seems to be some kind of commotion out there?" she asked.

And yet, this wasn't the last of Cyra's concerns. She could feel a burning sensation at the magical mark she had, followed by a sudden urge to stop fighting, spread her legs wide, and beg for some cock...and most definitely to not be a bad girl that causes trouble...! (Will save DC 11 )

 

[Pervy]

"Hmnn whats wrong boys, don't want a scratch on that pretty body?" She grinned, before inwardly sighing.. she sounded like Love, really.. It was just them calling her a slut, alright!.. although, for a moment she struggled to keep the sword steady in her hand.. she could distract the guards in.. other ways too, couldn't she? The throbbing between her legs felt really nice, almost as nice as some cock would feel and...

But she shook her head, ignoring the throbbing, for now, anyway, lifting one hand in a 'come hither' gesture.
One of her strikes again battered against the shield of the guard (10) But the other hooked under that same shield after unbalancing the already battered guard, cutting upwards.. seeking not necessarily to kill him, but take him out of the fight for sure.. nor would she hold back, these were still guards working in hell, they likely earned a beat up somehow somewhere, cutting up brutally, before turning, her rather see-through dress swaying almost sensually, propably not on purpose, whilest she gave an encouraging nod to Momo.. all eyes were definitly on her, now.
(and geesh, 19 to hit 16 damage on next attack!)

It's all good, just beating up a few guards, figure it wouldn't harm your cause plus I want to snatch the priestess on a recommendation, plus plus .. woah busy dodging!
"The weakness of hell is they always have a plan and expect everyone to go along with it. Meanwhile I don't have a plan, I just do things because I feel like doing them.
Might well go back out and be auctioned,..
But anyway, come on boys, four on one didn't work so let's try three, who wants to be next?"
She waved a taunting hand.

 

[Aenon]

"Ugh..." the first guard cried, as he fell down.

"Nooo! John are you ok? You will pay for that!" the second guard cried, attacking Cyra with renewed vigor...but again hesitating the last moment. It was somewhat obvious that if anything, the naked fighting style was working better than one would expect...maybe that was the secret behind chainmail bikinis?

However, a voice from one of the calmer spectators interrupted the angry guards.

"We still need the merchandise alive, behave yourselves." however, Cyra couldn't notice who the voice belonged to, other that it probably was a mans voice.

Momo on the other hand, was anxiously circling around, not entirely sure what would be enough distraction...after all, everything was happening almost next to the tied prestess...

The other two guards, similarly failed to hit Cyra. However, not everything was going so well. The first problem, was that she still felt that weird urge to just submit...the guard was probably back alive, maybe she could offer her body as an apology for making up a scene here? It wouldn't be too late to escape later...right?

[Repeat the saving throw, on a fail you spend the next turn doing some lewd stuff!]

The second problem, was introduced by Love.

"Ehm...you know how you unreasonably asked me to smuggle the blacksmith inside the auction house? Well, do you see a huge iron coffin anywhere around? I am inside it, along withher...so...should I be worried about something?"

Indeed, along with the weird trinkets that were to be sold at the auction, there was also a large iron coffin...and something Love had failed to mention, it had numerous chains coiled around it in a dramatic fashion...

 

[Pervy]

"Atatata.. where are you aiming. " Cyra teased. Somehow, her will only grew more steadfast slowly. With her memories restored.. no she wasn't just merchandise. And fighting hell, well, it was just natural. John was propably an asshole!

Wait, why the heck are you in a locked up coffin!... you got captured, didn't you.
She complained, mentally, evading another guard's pike.

Welp, once all the guards were downed, Momo would certainly have enough of a distraction, she decided. Plus, she propably needed that ring to deal with the chained up coffin, so one problem at a time. She raised her voice, making sure to be boisterous and draw attention.
"Oh don't worry about me."
She noted to whoever was spectating, bashing her sword forward, but again facing one of these annoying shields. However, once more, she just shifted her grip, hooking the shield aside, and leaving the guard now opened up to a down-thrust of her blade.
"I could do this all day. How about you three? You know, you could just give up, clearly this isn't working."
She mused. The guards seemed to grow used to her tactics, with her not managing as powerful a strike this time, but still she infused her blade with her second to last release of divine energy.. well besides another misty step she was saving up, just in case.. he would feel that.

Admittedly, it was a bit of a bluff that she could keep doing this all day, not because she couldn't face the martial prowess of the guards, but more because a nagging part of her more wanted to service them than beat them up.
(a miss at 13, a presumed hit at 20, 7 Physical, 6 Radiant damage,
definitly made the will save.)

 

[Aenon]

"Don't talk nonsense, who could have captured us? I was the one who sold us...if you remember the original plan, we would have escaped after we had been auctioned but before getting delievered. It was a great idea, let me tell you...we have had some...very close contact with the blacksmith..." she explained, and Cyra could just imagine their bodies stuck together, as they did lewd things to pass the time...yes, that's exactly what Love would do...

Momo had sneaked around, and she would probably be able to use the ring soon...if she found a sufficient distraction, that is. She was looking around anxiously, trying to locate the owner of the voice that had asked from the guards to capture Cyra alive, and also checking at Cyra to see if she got hurt.

Cyra's attack managed to hit the guard, but he stood his ground. The guards fought back, this time the second one managed to hit her, barely scratching her outfit.

(4 damage!)

Unluckily, she could also hear reinforcement guards from other posts rushing here...soon she would have to fight more than three, it seemed like. Or well...maybe that was a good thing, if this whole thing turned into a gangbang. Maybe they could go outside and do it on the stage...? (One more will save!)

 

[Pervy]

HP 60/64, Spell slots: Grade 1: 1 Grade 2: 1

Oh that was the plan? Anyway, we'll just mesh together planning, see if something proper comes out of it. The items to be auctioned are right besides your coffin.. if you found a way to open it from inside that was..
Also, you seem to be suffering -terribly- under the strains of my unreasonable requests of grabbing the blacksmith, why, I bet with her stamina you suffered all day long...

The blacksmith is pretty neat. You know, I think she could design some very special armors, if given the space to work creatively.. gotta concentrate, three guardsish left at the least! Actually I think there's more coming.. was a good idea to attack, finally some excitement!
Cyra noted.

The thoughts of the things the well hung smith might be doing with Love.. or vice versa did admittedly not help her concentration. although, if there was a reinforcement of guards, perhaps a new half dozen, she could get a proper enjoyable orgy going... Her and Momo and Love and their lewd smith and enough men to satisfy them all... seriously she needed some.. hmn.. loyal men.. yes, with big..

A minor scrape helped her focus a bit again, although she had a harder time shaking herself out of things this time around, she grinned at the guards. "I'm a bit glad you actually managed to hurt me, I was starting to feel like a bully beating up new recruits that couldn't even fight back... Also.. Hooh you really don't want to look behind you because my cute boss-fox is unlocking the priestess right now. Deeefinitly not a trick, yep, happening right nooow..."
She said, both a nudge towards the timid Momo.. adorable, but a bit annoying considering the incoming reinforcements, so she focused, trying to give the foxy druid an encouraging nudge through their shared bond. Yes. First, freeing the priestess, then freeing Love, then grabbing some magical stuff and getting auctioned.. hmnn and then maybe the slutty foxgirl could teach Cyra how to be a good girl... Cyra could still resist these urges, but she could also feel them grow stronger... perhaps if she surrendered now, she's go back to the devil to get a more throughout training together with Momo, now that'd be fun... perhaps she should broadcast more relaxing good slut thoughts to her fox-companion, and...
Nonono.... she was not a slut for hell, she was kicking hellish butt! Because they were all mean devils!
Plus, ,all of this was also a ruse to get the guards distracted, of course. Cyra didn't fight fair.

Talking about distracted, as she lifted her sword she couldn't help but think about how much better these soldiers would do under her command. Their annoying defensive abilities were without question and Cyra could use a good group of soldiers, strong, loyal, ready to fill up their commander-sluts.. she could almost see it before her.. or was that the effect of the mark on her?
But hey, nothing wrong about fantasizing a little about delicious cock and strong men and..

Wait had the man managed to deflect both her sword blows? Geesh.. she really ought to focus a little better.
"You know, credit to you you don't back down ..I mistook you for basic hellish mercenaries.. hey wanna come work for me instead? Benefits include not being beat up by me... come on, I don't want to have to kill the lot of ya, I'd rather have fun, but if you force my hand.."

(Attacks both missed and will save only barely made, nues!)

 

[Aenon]

Momo took the signal, and started moving forward...however....

"Nosrep Dloh...I apologize, but I can't allow you to do that." the man who had talked earlier appeared out of nowhere after casting his spell, and both Momo and Cyra froze in place, unable to move.

"Uh...Snowfox are you silly? Why would you tell them?!" Momo complained!

"Of course, the priestess is too important to allow you to do anything to her." the unknown man continued with a calm tone.

"Tie them up." he ordered, before stepping back.

The guards didn't need to hear it a second time, before starting to tie up Cyra as fast as they could. However, suddenly Momo rushed forward once again, after winning her struggle with the man's spell.

"Open! Open now!" she cried, touching the binds that were holding the woman in place with the ring.

Luckily, the ring work as advertised, as the piercing rings broke open, and the shackles and the collar got unlocked. Only the blindfold remained behind.

Immediately, Cyra could feel a calming aura, calming down both her lust for battle, and her lust for cock. However, the guards who were tying her up also stopped trying to tie her up.

"Uh...this feels not right...damn." the first guard complained.

Even the anxious servants who had rushed away now seemed calm.

"Oh...thank you." the now free priestess nodded towards Momo, and then Cyra, seeminly not affected by still being blindfolded.

"I guess it is time for us to go?" she asked.

"You aren't allowed to leave!" the man in purple said "Don't forget what will happen if you don't stay here..."

"You seek to find happiness in wealth and power...it is truly a pity, because there is no happiness to be found there. If you wish, you can come with us, you don't have to stay here, torturing yourself." the priestess counter-offered...but the man gritted his teeth, and backstepped to flee.

"We should leave as soon as possible." the priestess turned back to Cyra "This is an unholy place."

 

[Pervy]

HP 60/64, Spell slots: Grade 1: 1 Grade 2: 1


Cyra.. froze up, gritting her teeth, observing the change of situation as she was tied up.. she'd secretly hoped the man speaking would be a fiend, she had a little ace up her sleeve for that... but for now, she had a bothersome binding spell to try and resist, marking the man as an at least somewhat powerful mage to disable both her and Momo.. although momo pulled through and rescued the priestess which...

Had a relaxing effect on everyone? Alright, sooo she was the equivalent of some druids weed? Well at least she could relax a bit whilest not being tired up completely, even as she too lowered her sword.

"Well.. right, leaving time.. Momo?"
She asked, lazily strugging over to aquire the ring back and open up the iron chains from the sarcophagus.. giving a cheerful wave to Love and the Smith.
"Alright, this is the fox-druid Momo, she's my mistress, check out our sweet demon-tatoos, this is the priestess, she's.. very relaxed about all this, this is Love, she's a corru.. purifie.. she's a nice succubus, oh and this smith gal here is really good at making lewd armors..
Your armor thing works pretty well, but I was wonderinf if maybe you could make something less.. bloating cute and revealing that can still cover the wearer.. although I am starting to suspect that this body has a few build in features I don't know about.. Love, what'd happen if I tried to swim in Lava, just out of curiosity?
.. errr.. wait we can talk later!
Alright everyone!.. let's.. do this.. problem with hell is the guy we sent running is propably gonna get an higher up devil and I'm not confident handling anything above Erynies level right now, not without my original sword and a few more workouts.."
She mused, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. What was that priestess.. sloth-demon? Celestial?

Either way, she stepped over to the drow with all the trinkets, lifting a hand, making a fist, and in slow motion, moved it to touch her face, explaining: "I punched her in the face really hard so she couldn't stop us from taking the auctioning-stuff."
before snatching the handkerchief for herself.. and checking if there were other interesting bling-things around. Well, she had her horse and an armor, but magical trinkets, like the open-up ring, now on her finger if it fit, were always interesting!

Then, she turned to the priestess.

"Welp.. I'd love to hear your backstory buuut.. it's time to get auctioned now."
She twirled a hand. "Come ooon, I still want to see how high I go.. think inciting a prison riot is going to raise the numbers?"
She grinned.

 

[Aenon]

Love did get out of the iron coffin indeed, but she kept the poor blacksmith girl back inside.

"She is abducted, not coming willingly." she clarified "And don't ask silly things...you would burn to death, just a bit slower. But we could fix that..." she winked at Cyra with a playful smile.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Holy Whatever. I hope you don't mind if I tag along?" she asked.

"You can come with us, yes." she replied, before turning back to Cyra ."You wouldn't actually fetch much, as the old wizard would bid first, and threaten everyone else against bidding." the priestess smiled at Cyra's antics "But you are right, we should hurry to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Cyra meanwhile looted back her own stuff...including the liquid armor. Strangely, there was also a black leather collar reading "Cyra" in her things. She also picked up a gold ring with a sparkling ruby that felt warm to the touch, a pair of really old looking boots, a staff that resembled a snake, and two potions, one with a crystal clear liquid, and an other that looked like bright yellow molten metal...with some peeking at the notes, she would find what each of those were supposed to be.

[Ring of Warmth, Boots of Striding and Springing, Staff of the Python, Potion of Invisibility, Potion of Invulnerability]

After they were done, the priestess, still blindfolded, asked everyone to gather together...and by her speaking a single word, Cyra and everyone else left hell...
~~~~~~

The next moment, Cyra and the rest found themselves in a very strange place.

"The Drifting Temple. It is a holy place...for everyone. Everyone can see something that reflects their own faith, or beliefs."

"It is somewhere between the dimensions. It is safe." she nodded.

"Now. I know there are a lot of questions you want to ask, but there is not enough time. Cyra, you have a choice to make." she turned towards Cyra.

"Passing through the altar will take you to a place you are supposed to go." she pointed towards the hands.

"If you all come together with me, we will all go back in the material plane. However, if you go alone...you will go to a dark and evil place, a place that needs healing."

"You don't have to...but you are the only one who can do that, and bring some peace to it. Once you are done there, the Temple will find you."

"On the other hand, maybe it is time for you to go back to the material plane. There are people waiting for you there...and you just got out of hell, after all."

"Choose what you wish...but there is not much time. And the fiend or the abducted one can't come with you. The fox could...but it isn't really a place for her." she warned.

"Of course I want to go with Cyra!" Momo argued instantly. "Don't try to steal her from me, you....you peeking wolf!" she said, eyeing the blindfold suspiciously.

 

[Pervy]

HP 60/64, Spell slots: Grade 1: 1 Grade 2: 1

"You're just saying that because you want to stuff more of your fiendish essence into me." She shot back with a wink of her own.. Cyra with memories was certainly different.
She also chuckled at the coffin. "Oh I see. She'll be grateful once we actually get away. Propably.
Also huh.. wait, how did you know that about the bidding.. oh don't tell me you're one of the seer types.."
She sighed putting two and two and a blindfold together.

"Oh hey I found neat stuff.. anyone know what a python staff does? Feel like it could be something for you, Momo.."
She mused, but more gathered than put on things for now, everyhing was so chaotic... and then the priestess showed that she had higher grade magic than Cyra was usually used to.

Cyra smacked her own lips, looking around in the temple. "If I see something I have faith in, why does it look like these giant statue hands are trying to do the pull my finger thing? Also, wasn't there something about you not being supposed to leave hell? Now I'm the last to care what devils are up to but..."
She mused, before the priestess questioned her on about decisions.

"I mean.. I guess Love and the smith oncesheisencouraged and Momo here could take care of things in the material.. but I do feel bad about leaving her, again.."
She glanced to the fox.
"Alright, I'll go fix up your evil place."
She mused, slipping out of her auction-outfit, and rearmoring... including her.. aquired things, chuckling.

"In exchange sent Love to check on Sera. I didn't intend to leave the village alone this long, whilest I had my hobgob friend organize a bit of a defense, I doubt it'd last forever... and Love, someone has to do something against people falling into random holes and getting gobbled up by hell or the abyss.

And someone help Momo find herself.. now err.. a bit of.. enjoyable.. hmnn.. submission is just normal for good girls, but.."
She extended her arms, patting Momo's shoulders.

"I don't know how many years you've spent being the cults slut, willingly you believe, yes, but I mean, the things they did to me within a week.. I know what it's like to have lost most of your identity, I want the priestess here to help fix you up.. and then, if it turns out you were a happy horny fox-slut because thats who you like to be.. we'll do that, together."
She grinned, before hesitating, giving Momo a soft kiss.

"No butts, .. I want to make sure that you are.. you.. not something devilish magic has turned you into, for my own conscience. My money is on nothing changing.. perhaps you even getting a lil lewder, but.. I cannot know, so the priestess will take care of you and check you for devil-juices, deal?"
Cyra chuckled, before stepping over to the weird portal, not finding herself hesitating about helping out.. huh, with the weight of hell removed from her it was a lot easier making up ones mind about what was right and wrong, actually..

 

[Aenon]

"Well then, at least you won't get a sunburn!" Love stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Hmmm? Snake staff? Snakes are mean...but fox beats snake! But it is a stick, not a real snake?" Momo asked curiously

"It is a magic item that summons a giant snake. Indeed it can only be used by the druid. I will show you how to use it, later."

"I don't need a snake stick...but since it is a gift from Snowfox, I will keep it!" the fox-girl jumped happily, giving a kiss at Cyra's cheek.

"I am, indeed a seer. I don't know about the statues however. For me they are kind angels. Maybe...you like pulling fingers?" she asked, and Cyra wasn't entirely sure if she could spot a faint smirk.

"Hm. I wasn't supposed, because the the 'Black Baron' used a village as hostages to make me surrender to him. However, how could such a crude plan really work?"

'You know, this sounds fishy...but then again, that's how good guys do things anyway, isn't it?' Love asked through their mental link "Still, be careful and make sure to come back in one piece, alright?"

"Sure, I will take care of everything." she shrugged, talking out loud.

"Waaa- wait, I am perfectly fine! I don't mind going to a bad place either! Come on~I wanna come too!" Momo asked, pulling Cyra's hand with puppy eyes.

"She does have evil magic on her...as do you, actually. But we will have to fix you when you return." she sighed "Momo, Cyra has something really hard to do...if you go with her, she could get hurt..."

"Uh....I don't want Cyra to get hurt...but you aren't leaving me forever, are you? You have to promise to return! Promise!" Momo insisted!

 

[Pervy]

HP 60/64, Spell slots: Grade 1: 1 Grade 2: 1

"Better a sunburn than getting a tan just from standing in a church." It seemed original Cyra was a little sassier.

"A proper church anyway, whoever blessed that thing I was in in that one village messed up, felt hollow.. anyway.. yes, serpent staff, only for druids, I knew that, of course! I'd give Love some of the bling, but the ring is propably environmental protection, no point there, and I feel like I might need a ring of unlocking more. Have a tendency to get locked up.."
She coughed apologetically towards Love.

Cyra stared at the statues.. yeah they looked like some powerful prankster hands.. "Yeah, was just joking, actually I see beautiful, chiselled generals with mighty armors overseeing.. things..."
She clarified.

"Hmnn.. I mean, the marking isn't all that evil, let's me feel like a good girl and a link to Momo.. can we keep that but make sure the devils didn't mess with her otherwise? Oh or perhaps there's an even better angel-marking ?Hrmnn

Anyway.."She smiled.

"I promise I'll be back. Don't worry Momo, what's the worse that could happen to me, death? I'm getting used to that one.

.. still not a fan though."
She shrugged and then, always the type to jump into the cold water, she clenched two fingers over her nose, held her breath.. and hopped into the portal.

"Weeeeeeh!"

 

[Aenon]

There was no portal really...at least not something visible. Right after the statues, there was a cliff, and endless fog. It was as if she was standing at the top of the world, and she had to jump down. A leap of faith, one would say.

Cyra fell...and fell...and suddenly, she splashed in some cold water!

She could feel the cold water against her skin...it was a direct contrast with hell's hot weather. But for now she had to swim up and take a breath...

"Ohoyyyy there~" was the first thing she heard. It was a voice of an old man, who was looking at her from his rowboat, under the starry sky.

Taking a closer look, Cyra would notice am old fisherman, with white hair and beard, and even a pipe, looking at her surprised.

"You ok? Grab this!" he offered, extending one paddle towards Cyra.

~~~
Once she was on the rowboat, Cyra had the opportunity to look around.

She could see a beautiful lake surrounded by a forest...and she would notice some lights by the shore at the distance, probably a settlement of some sort.

"Hm...so, young lady, I would bet my beard that I am not drunk...so how did you end up hanging out with the fishes?" the old man asked, offering his coat trying not to stare too much at Cyra.